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consistency! i realize that's something i need and want to work on.

• consistency with keeping up with my friends to make sure i'm maintaining and caring for our friendships, not isolating myself, and being there for them as they are there for me when i need them most. this lets them know that i value them and our friendship.

• consistency with caring for myself - this includes making it a habit to do things that are good for my emotional and mental well-being. this varies from person to person but for me it's having a morning and evening routine, stretching, going on walks, reading, listening to music that's uplifting or goofy, and so on. this helps build healthy coping skills and habits that will be especially helpful when i'm feeling low or having a difficult time.

• consistency with challenging myself to overcome things i struggle with like anxiety (social anxiety, separation anxiety, performance anxiety), getting overwhelmed when i have a lot to do, healing past traumas. it's not that i have to expect myself to do this work everyday, because that seems unrealistic when you're dealing with something like trauma in that it can be very draining. what's important is taking steps to get better and remebering that no effort or step is too small! this will help me better cope, heal, and overcome these struggles by minimizing their effect on me and feeling more equipped to handle situations that involve them.

there's probably more but these are the ones at the top of my head. i think making a list of things you'd like to consistently work on could be helpful for you, too!

to move on, you have to come to terms with the fact that you deserve something better than what you’ve convinced yourself you deserve

today's affirmation:

i am worthy of care and love!

being individuals together is so intimate. let’s read different books but curled up next to each other, let’s visit a coffee shop so you can study & i can write, let’s just be near each other

You deserve someone who wants to give you a fucking text back, y’know? Someone who wants you, only you, and makes you feel wanted. Someone who can’t help but message you first thing in the morning when the sun light is slow-dancing through the curtain, and they’re barely waking. Someone who wants to spend their drunken Friday nights with you, but also their lazy lemonade Sundays. Someone who holds their one-person umbrella right above you when it’s bucketing down, so that you’re sheltered, even if it means they get soaked through. You deserve someone who thinks of you, often. Someone who calls you on the phone at the end of a long day, because they want to hear the sound of your voice before they drift off into slumber. Someone who makes plans with you on a Tuesday evening, because the weekend is just too far away, and who cares if we have to go to work the next day. Someone who says definitely, not maybe, and follows through. You deserve to hear a song on the radio that makes you melt on the inside at the mere thought of this someone. Someone who could watch you sleeping for hours at a time, and be perfectly content in the grace and stillness of that moment. Someone who steals a cheeky kiss when you’re mid-sentence and least expecting to find their lips. Someone who will happily pig out on pizza with you in bed, and not judge the sweatpants & top knot look you’re sporting. Someone who is just that into you. You deserve someone who challenges the both of you constantly; someone who makes you strive to be better each day, because they’re trying to be better too. Someone you can count on to stick around when the shit hits the fan, which it will. Someone who chooses to lift you up, always. You deserve magic, and fireworks, and confetti canons exploding in your clear blue skies. You deserve someone who will always be careful with your heart, because they know just how fragile it already was before they held it. Someone who’s heart aches whenever yours does. Someone who wakes up next to you each day feeling like they’ve hit the jackpot, over and over again, and thinking what on earth did they do in their past life to be so damn lucky. You deserve someone’s complete attention. Someone who looks at you, and I mean really sees you, and all of the beauty you hold. You deserve to be someone’s first choice. Someone’s best friend. Someone’s partner in crime. Someone’s everything. You deserve to be loved; and loved extraordinarily well. And to be told that you are loved, every single day

– Thought Catalog

i have always been too much for someone or not enough. i’m either too loud or not loud enough. i am a walking contradiction. a full glass or an empty one. there is no balance in me. tell me, what made you leave? my devastating fire or my lack of heat?

- l.r // i am never half empty

the tribulations of having a sensitive heart ... but id rather have it on my sleeve a little bruised than have it be encased in stone u know?

FUCK apathy culture, fuck your "we all die alone" narrative, fuck the idea that the world is inherently cruel, or that life is meaningless, or that humans are hellbent to destroy the world and ourselves. because we're not. our bodies are meant to hold each other and be kind - we are built to care for the weak and sick, our fingers interlock perfectly, hugs are necessary for our wellbeing and we find ourselves desperately seeking out human contact. fuck your idea that we live alone and die alone. we are built with empathy. and hardwired to root for the underdog, and to pick each other up when we fall down. we are built to laugh and in every culture we create stories to explain the unexplainable, to comfort each other, to entertain. we are built to create art - from the beginning - pressing hands to cave walls and spitting paint around them to say "I was here". we look up at the sky to feel less alone and feel pulls in our stomachs to explore the inexplorable parts of the world. we are not built for hatred, or to live or die alone. humans are built to love and care for each other. we always have been.

i aspire to be the gentlest person in any room

I wanna be loved like a favorite library book. I wanna be gone to again and again. I wanna be admired and adored like a thumb running across the taped up spine of a beloved book. I want to be solace and comfort for those gentle few who need me but never keep me for themselves. I want to be unowned but never unloved, shared like a secret, dated like the slip taped to the front cover, and checked out by those who desire more of me. I wanna be under your arm and in your bed and gone and back again. Return me because you loved me. Return to me for the same reason. 

love never says ‘i want’. love asks ‘what do you need?’. love asks ‘how can i help you?’. love listens with patience and empathy. love is demonstrated in how we take action to care and make self-sacrifice where necessary. love says ‘let’s thrive together’. love offers a helping hand, an open mind, a full heart and enormous soul 

ik some people don’t understand exactly how much anxiety can irrationally prevent you from doing things, even easy things, or how much it can completely stunt your life… it’s garbage tbh and it’s not the same as being nervous, it’s not something you can necessarily just push through, you can be confident in some ways and terrified of other things for reasons that might not even make sense to you, and telling someone to “get over it” is practically a guarantee you’re making them feel even worse, so… yeah

“Someday someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen, they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for their entire lives. wait for it”

— Unknown

Daydreams about you lifting up my sundress and pressing your thick cock inside of my wet pussy, fucking me quick and hard underneath the spring sun while everyone else is busy.

the intimacy of being tired together. a head on a chest while falling asleep to the thump thump thump of your love’s heart. those delirious giggles you get directed at nothing in particular. to be wrapped in a cocoon of blankets on a cold winter’s night, bodies as close and intertwined as humanly possible to keep warm. there’s nothing i want more than to drift off in the arms of the one i love.

Concept: I’m in the kitchen wearing your shirt, and frying some pancakes. Behind me I hear your sleepy voice say “good morning, darling” just before your arms wrap around me from behind. You smell just as good as the pancakes. We are both so happy and warm inside

concept: it’s 7am on Saturday, and it’s raining this morning. your alarm accidentally went off, and even though I’m sleepy I’m still giggling as you lean over to reach your clock. you roll over and look at me, and even though everything’s all blurry you look absolutely adorable in the morning light

via weheartit

Watch out bro... next thing you know I’m gonna be peeling an orange and sharing it slice by slice with you

never felt so represented